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CHAPTER 039

Author: Kate Ray
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-23 04:25:20

Aurora's pov

I watched as Nestore kicked the man's body angrily, firing three more shots at his dead body before walking back to the car.

I walked closer, opening the car door to get in when a sudden wave of dizziness crashed against me.

I held my hands out, searching for anything to support myself to no avail.

My hands slipped from ye fae door, and I fell back to the floors, a series of blurry images playing in my mind.

"Aurora, come on let's go..."

I tried to steady myself to no avail; my knees buckled, and I fell back to the floor.

"What the fuck is wrong with you,, Auror? If this is another one of your stupid theatrics, you'd better quit and get into the car," Nevio cussed, walking away from me.

I shook my head, trying to make them understand that I wasn't faking anything, a

cloudlike feeling of water suffocating me made my chest tighten, and my vision began to blur.

“N-Nestore…” I whispered, barely able to get the name out.

That caught his attention. I saw him pause, halfway to
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